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7/1/2016 3:54:09 AM
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After his long talk with Noiratrom, Feryun decided he should probably detour from the intended West Tower. No harm in it honestly, he thought. Feryuns steps slightly echoed across the Palace halls as he walked around. He was intrigued by the cleanliness of the Palace.
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Especially for a place floating around in the heaping cesspool that is the warp. Seriously. Fuсk that place. It was clean and shit, I don't know. Not a lot of people were in it. It's a castle after all. After a while I guess, Feryun ended up downstairs.
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Chaos is fücktarded. Feryun, expecting something edgy, creepy or fücked up. possibly all three, he entered the downstairs.
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It was quite dark, but still dimly lit. However, it wasn't grimdark or edgy. It was still sort of clean. But this part of the castle had a whole different vibe to it. Something more... ominous? Grand? The only way to know was to venture deeper into satan's asshole.
